Chapter Two

DANIIL

“Ican’t even blame it on the alcohol,”

she says, stepping off the elevator and following me to the door.

I insert the key into my lock.

“This must be convenient for you. Living across the street from a bar in a penthouse suite that has a beautiful view of the mountains and all of downtown. What do you do? Watch for prey out of your window as they enter the bar?”

I close and lock the door behind us and then remove my coat before reaching for hers. She hesitates before removing it and handing it to me.

“Your place is beautiful,”

she says as I hang our coats.

The sound of her heels unevenly clicking on my marble floors soothes me for some odd reason. There’s something about that uneven gait from the broken heel that amuses me. She continues chattering before she says, “You know, you’re suddenly quiet. Are you about to torture me or something?”

I turn around, taking two steps to close the distance between her.

Cupping the back of her head, I stare down into her dark eyes and say, “You talk too much, and the only torture I’ll subject you to is the one of your own choosing.”

I cover her mouth with mine sucking at her lush, full lips. Pressing a finger against the column of her throat, I force her to open her mouth to me, allowing me to sample her tongue.

I growl into her mouth as I taste the sweet vanilla, rich caramel, and strong oak taste of the bourbon she sipped at the bar.

Long, slender fingers reach up and clutch the soft material of my black turtleneck.

Pulling back, I say, “Sweetheart, you’re holding on as if for dear life. What’s your name?”

“Esmé. Esmé Allegro.”

“Esmé, you can’t handle me.”

“I can handle whatever you bring, Daniil.”

“My tastes run dark,”

I growl, sending a shiver through her as her dark eyes open wide with interest.

“You should have warned me before I followed you. Either way, I’m not fragile. I need to be taken to the edge, Daniil.”

“You’re going to make me fuck you up, Esmé.”

“Dominate me, Daniil. I want to not only go to the edge with you, but I also want to go over. I’m tired of being a princess. This Christmas, I want to do the unthinkable,”

she goads.

“Yeah, I thought so.”

She swallows and asks, “Thought so, what?”

“That you were the princess type.”

Something in her eyes closes, and I wonder who she is.

“Would you like something else to drink?”

I ask, pouring myself a scotch.

“No, thank you.”

She walks around my living room, looking at the erotic art on my walls and the sensual sculptures displayed on pedestals.

“Do you see something you like?”

I ask, walking to my couch and taking a seat.

I cross my ankle over my thigh and watch her closely, the sway of her hips, the tilt of her head, the slow rise and fall of her shoulders as she takes in my art. She’s turned on.

“Who’s the artist?”

“A friend.”

“Is his work for sale?”

she asks, walking towards me.

“No.”

I grab her by the hand as she prepares to walk to the other side of the couch, and I say, “Undress.”

She steps back and looks around uncomfortably for a moment.

“What do you want for Christmas, Esmé? More than anything else, what do you want?”

She hesitates, biting down on that full bottom lip with the dip in the middle. Then, as if she’s made up her mind, a smile appears on her lips.

“To have my deepest desires filled at the hands of a dominant lover. A man who knows how to take control. To surrender to someone who holds my pleasure in his hands.”

It’s as if she’s studied me. She wants what I have. My thick cock stretches my pants and begs to be unleashed.

“Undress,”

I repeat in a thick voice as I turn on Wicked Games by the Weeknd.

Not yet, I tell my relentless cock.

I take a sip from my glass as she pulls the sweater dress up her thick thighs.

Her ass jiggles when she pulls the dress up further.

She’s confident in her body but not so confident in her ability to pull off sexy. She has no idea that just the act of her undressing is sexy as fuck.

Her smooth cinnamon-colored skin is revealed inch by beautiful inch as her little strip tease exposes a flat belly with a diamond piercing.

“Come here,” I order.

She struts toward me, her fingers curled into the material of her dress, keeping it lifted around her waist.

I stand, grab her neck, and squeeze lightly. Her eyes widen and then go heavy with desire. With my hand at her neck, I push her back just enough to create a deep arch in her back until her back is almost parallel to the floor.

Releasing her neck, I move my hand to her lower back to hold her in place.

I pour a sip of my drink into her belly button, lean in, and drink from it as my hands smooth over the expanse of her silky skin.

“Ahhh,”

she hisses as I twirl my tongue inside of her navel.

Slowly, I pull her back to standing as I push her dress further up her body, then smooth my hands down to those perfectly shaped hips.

Sitting back, I take another sip from my glass.

“Finish.”

She pulls the dress back down her hips, working her hips in circles before she slowly tugs one sleeve down her arm and then the other. Esmé takes her time pulling her dress down her body.

When she gets to her hips, she shimmies, making those two beautiful, swollen globes pouring forth from her red, lace demi bra shake.

“Red is my favorite color,”

I say as she twirls in a circle, showing off her matching lace thong. I fucking love the way that little swatch of cloth disappears between those beautiful, juicy ass cheeks.

Esmé kneels to unclasp her black heels.

“Leave them.”

“What is it about men and heels during sex?”

“I only speak for one man. I love the pain they can bring.”

“Pain?”

“There’s only one goal tonight, and that’s your pleasure.”

She smiles.

“That comes with pain. Are you able to handle the pain?”

“Yes, Daniil.”

My eyes darken as I stand again, towering over her.

“Tonight, I am simply ‘Sir’ to you. I am not Daniil. You do not know him, but you will come to know me very well. I am your perfect lover.”

She licks her lips, and I smile.

“Before the morning comes, those lips are going to be very swollen and very tired, beautiful.”

She takes a step back, but I grab her around the waist and pull her close to me.

“You feel that?”

“Yeah. He feels good and ready,”

she moans, reaching out to cup me.

“He’s not even completely into the game yet,”

I say, squeezing her hand and removing it from my dick. “You touch with permission only. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, girl. You’re a fast learner.”

“What will it take to get him completely into the game?”

My hand covers her neck. I squeeze until she’s gasping for air, and I answer, “Your pain.”

Wide, innocent eyes search my face. I smile as I lean forward and bite her nipple.

“These beauties need a little pain,”

I say, tweaking the other nipple.

I take her hand and lead her down the hallway and into the second bedroom.

“Aren’t you going to turn on the light?” she asks.

“There’s plenty of light for me to see,”

I say, waving a hand at my window where I’d left the black drapes drawn and now the moonlight shines through along with the beautiful, glistening snowfall.

“Make yourself comfortable,”

I say, waving a hand at the bed in the middle of the room.

While she climbs onto the bed, I grab the lighter and begin lighting candles throughout the room.

“Didn’t take you for the romantic type, Daniil.”

“Because I’m not. Don’t mistake who I am or what this is.”

“Right. Because you’re a bastard who breaks women’s hearts, but you’re a good fuck,”

she says, tossing the description Nicole gave of me over the phone.

“You’ll need a safe word, Sweetheart. A word that you can use to express that you don’t want to play anymore. That things are getting too heated for you,”

I say at the lift in her eyebrow.

“Crave.”

“Nice,”

I say, walking to the wall and removing a strip of lace. “Do you trust me, Esmé?”

When she hesitates, I say, “For this to be pleasurable for us both, you need to be able to give control to me. And for you to do that, you must be able to trust me. With both your pleasure…and your pain.”

Her nipples harden, her eyes widen, and her breathing gets heavier and deeper.

“I can smell your arousal, love. Tell me what it is that you want,”

I say, cupping her chin.

“I want you to take complete control, Daniil. I want everything that you have to offer me tonight.”

“Good girl,”

I say, winking at her before placing the lace over her eyes and tying it behind her head. “Because this is your first time, I don’t want to completely rob you of all your senses. I want you to see what I’m doing, but minimally.”

She nods.

“Give me your hands, lay back, and relax,”

I say, accepting her hand.

She rolls her head around, watching as I cuff her wrists to the metal slats of the headboard and restrain her ankles to the footboard.

Returning to my wall of toys, I grab the nipple clamps and the flogger.

“This will hurt a bit, but I can adjust them based on your pain tolerance.”

“Ohhh,”

she moans when I place the first clamp on her right nipple.

“Too much?” I ask.

She hesitates and then shakes her head, biting her bottom lip.

“Anytime you feel discomfort that you cannot tolerate, be honest with me. I desire your pain, but not at the cost of turning you away from this pleasure and not at the cost of injuring you, Esmé.”

“I want it.”

I apply the other nipple clamp and she reaches up and touches it. Surprisingly, she tugs on it, watching her nipple harden and her areola bead with bumps. Her nipple turns an angry shade of red, and she looks at me and says, “Lick them.”

Lowering my head, I take her nipple into my mouth, licking it before biting it.

“Ahhh!”

she cries out, arching her back.

I move to the other nipple, treating it to the same measure of pleasure and pain.

Grabbing my flogger, I drag the falls over her ankles and up her thighs, taking my time to see how sensitive she is. Goosebumps prickle across her skin as I slowly trail the flogger up the inside of her leg and inner thigh.

Dipping the falls between her thighs, I take immense pleasure in how she stiffens as they caress her pussy. With a slight flick of my wrist, I swat her pussy.

“Mm,”

she purrs.

“Do you like that, кoT?HOк?”

“What does that mean?”

“Kitten,” I drawl.

“Yes, I love that,”

she purrs.

I treat her to a combination of caresses, flicks, and tickles before I expose her to the full strength of the flogger. The lashes that I expose her thighs to make her cry out, but she purrs, “More.”

I increase the intensity of the lashes, alternating between her thighs and pectorals. When I finish, I release the nipple clamps and the restraints.

“I like that.”

“Good,”

I say, rolling her onto her belly and restraining her again. “This should feel good,” I say, dragging the falls over her shoulders before hitting her repeatedly on her upper back before moving to her butt and the backs of her thighs.

I slide a hand between her legs. “Mm, wet, sticky, and hot.”

“For you,”

she moans.